Life in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, from the eyes of a Sydney-born feline. She dreams of a world ruled by CATS!!!!!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Exclusive: An Interview with the Runaway Kitty

Fancy that! She made the headlines!

Nikki: Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed, Angelina. I'm sure many readers out there are curious to know what really happened on May 17.Angelina: The pleasure is mine, Nikki. I'll try to answer as truthfully as I can.

Nikki: Alright. First question, what made you do it, and why?Angelina: Ooh...you mean why did I run away? Hmmm....let me tell you, honestly I was inspired by that classic, The Prince and The Pauper by Mark Twain. I imagined myself as the prince, wanting to sample life as a pauper. Yeah...that's why I did it.

Angelina was inspired by this book, she said. Look at that character on the cover trying to go over a balcony! (pic from Uncle Google)

Nikki: So that explains why you didn't invite any of us to go with you, eh? Not even a note to say where you went. Or a postcard at least.Angelina: Yeah...I wanted to sample life as a peasant, I can't do it if any of you had tagged along. It would also reveal my true identity.

Nikki: Tell me, who did you meet and are the alley cats, the feral and the roaming felines friendly? Angelina: Being cooped up indoors makes me realise how cut off I am from the crowd. Don’t you feel the same, Nikki? So, communicating with the strays and the ferals was not easy. OMG! Thank God I was spayed.

Nikki: Weren’t you scared?Angelina: Not really coz this area of ours is brightly lit. The neon lights help.

Nikki: Didn’t you miss the comfort? The fluffy mattress, air conditioning, served food? The internet, blogging, google?Angelina: Of course. That’s why I came back….errr….made myself found. After six nights of sleeping in the open, sheltering at corridors when it rained....I told myself I wasn't cut out to live like a pauper. I was also soooo hungry.

Nikki: Any bad habits you picked up?Angelina: I don’t know if you want to call them bad habits. Hmmm….let me see…I have a liking to waste bins now….I had to forage when I was out there, you know…Mama doesn’t seem to like that at all.

Nikki: Of course she won’t like that. She serves our food in a platter every morning so why would you want to forage still?Angelina: Old habits die hard, Nikki….err…newly acquired habits, in my case.

Nikki: What are your plans now that you’re back?Angelina: I’m going to campaign that Mama and Dad allow us to be outdoors, supervised of course. Perhaps we can use a harness or something. It’s also to encourage Mama to exercise. What do you think?

Nikki: Sounds good and workable. Perhaps you can write a proposal and submit to the family for approval?Angelina: Will do. There’s also another matter on my mind...but it's kinda delicate.

Nikki: What is it Angelina? You can tell me.Angelina: Hmm....since you insist I'll tell you. I notice that there are so many tabbies in this area. Some of them were even mistaken for me. So, what if we hold a competition to look for Angelina's lookalike. All those tabbies can compete for a lifetime supply of Royale Fancy Feast.

Uncle Aby,Angelina has been spayed so we don't have that kind of worry, at least. We were afraid she would come home with fleas and fungus. Thank God she didn't too. Or else she'd be in quarantine. meoww....Nikki

Knowing Me Knowing You....

I'm a cat! A very sober puttytat...meow meow meow...who's suffering coz she has to live with five spoilt brats! I used to live in Sydney, Australia but has since migrated lock stock and barrel to Malaysia.